Tuesday, October 20, 2015

I’m in the
middle of an interview, and I can see the light flashing on my mobile telling
me there’s a call from a neighbour in the apartment. I cannot take her call and
so I continue with work. Once I’m done with the interview, I pick up my mobile
to call her back. There are 6 missed calls from the lady. I suspect something
must be very urgent, so I call right back.

Me: Hey P, I’m
sor…

P: (In an angry
tone) How many times I called you, why can’t you take my call?

(Okay, it is no
rocket science to know that if someone hasn’t picked your call, either they are
busy, or they are ignoring you and don’t want to pick your call, and in both
cases, your question becomes irrelevant!)

(Yea, the angry
tone did amuse me, because I don’t remember being in any kind of answerable
relationship with her ever!)

Me: Sorry P, was
busy with an interview, couldn’t speak to you…what’s up?

P: But you could
have messaged me saying you were busy…

(Seriously? She
couldn’t let this be?)

Me: No, I couldn’t,
because I was recording the interview on my mobile. Can I know why you called?

P: Yeah, I’m
also busy, I’ll come to the point.

(Yay!!)

P: Your younger
son called my son “fatso….

Me: What????? You
called me at office to tell me this??? See, I’m sorry, I’ll teach him not to
call people names. Okay, I got to go now, bye.

P: He also
called him a girl.

Me: Yep, noted,
I’ll talk to the little one. Bye..

P: You can’t
hang up…how can he talk to my son like that? It affects my son’s morale. He
should have common sense….

(Now she had
begun to get on my nerves…)

Me: That’s a 5
year old you are talking about, P, they are kids for god’s sake!! And I’m sorry
again… I said I’ll talk to my child.

P: That’s what’s
is so worrying, a small child should be taught what to talk and what not. In fact
I called him to our house yesterday evening and he said I have to go to a party,
he didn’t have to go anywhere, I know. He lied. Can you see how over-smart he
is?

Me: That’s
enough P, We did go a party last evening. See P, we shouldn’t be getting into this,
let the kids handle it their way. They may fight today, they are friends
tomorrow and we end up looking like fools.

P: No, I don’t
agree, I will protect my child if people make fun of him. Are you denying that
your son called my son fatso?

(Oh dear, this
was not about to get over so soon..)

Me: I am not
denying anything. Kids are capable of doing or saying anything. All I’m saying
is let’s not drag ourselves into this. Why don’t you call all the kids and try
to find out what happened.

P: I just spoke
to your elder one half an hour ago and he accepted that his brother had called
my son as fatso and girl.

(Ah!)

Me: Are you sure
you spoke to my elder one today?

P: Yes, do you
think I’m lying?

Me: No P, of course
not. Did you call him up or speak to him personally?

P: Personally…

Me: Are you sure
you spoke to MY son, maybe you mistook someone else for my son.

P: What
nonsense, I know your kids.

Me: The elder
one is in Kanyakumari right now, for a karate tournament…he will be back the day
after tomorrow.

(Silence….)

(I’m enjoying
the silence.)

Me: Hello?

P: I think I have
an incoming call, I’ll speak to you in the evening.

Me: Sure.

*****

She’s not done
yet. In the evening, she brings her sons to my house and summons all the kids.

(Seriously? How
old is she??)

P: Did S call R
as fatso?

(The heavy voice
scares the kids and all fall silent.)

Me: Were you all
playing together today?

Kids: Yes aunty.

Me: R is your
friend, isn’t it?

Kids: Yes Aunty.

Me: It’s not right
to call anyone names. They feel hurt. Don’t do it again, ok?

Kid 1: R’s
mother told us some months ago that R is fat and so make him run and exercise. But
he doesn’t run, so G told him 'are you a girl? Why aren’t you running?'

Kid 2: And we
thought by irritating him and by calling him fatso, we can motivate him to run.
We thought he will feel bad and start participating.

Kid 3 : R is a
bully, he keeps pushing everyone. Today he pushed S from the slide and he hurt
his knee. Since he couldn’t hit him back, he called him fatso out of anger.

Me: I get it.
You did it out of good intentions, but it is still not ok to call anyone names.
Come on now, say sorry to R and go out to play.

(Time for “an
egg on the face” moment… she had called a 5 year old , liar, someone without common sense, and all that without verifying the truth..., she herself had effective lied, and behaved like someone without any sense, leave alone that which is common!! I wondered, if she'd have the guts to apologise...)

P: No need. We
know how to take care of our kids.

(She turns to
her kids and warns them not to play with the other kids and drags them home.)

Monday, October 12, 2015

I happened to
watch a reality show last night. The contestants had an option to choose their
partners. They would be shown AVs of two individuals and had to make a choice
of partner amongst the two, relying solely on their introductions. The first
guy was a confident sounding, good looking hunk, and the other a more homely,
or rather what you’d call husband material. The first lady choose the homely
guy over the hunk. Then walked in a second lady and was given the option to
choose between the hunk and another guy who spoke of how being a dad was his
greatest achievement ever, and needless to say, the daddy got chosen by the lady. In walked the third
lady, and the guy giving competition to the hunk was a man mired in
controversy. And yet again, the hunk was rejected and the other guy got
selected for “being honest.” When it
happened again for the fourth time and the fifth time, and it was evident that
people were reluctant to choose him, the hunk was finally given a choice to
choose among two women. The sad part was when neither of the women seemed happy
to be his partner, but one of them had to relent because he had the right to
choose!

Poor guy!

I couldn’t help
but notice how slowly but steadily his self-esteem had begun to crack under
that tough, confident avatar he wanted to show to the world. That made me
wonder what was so unlikeable about the guy that six women rejected him in a row!!

Positive
attitude v/s arrogance-

People love
individuals who have a positive attitude but when that attitude borders on arrogance,
it can repel people more strongly than the like poles of a bar magnet!

The hunk went on
and on about his achievements and though he probably intended it to be a
statement of his winning capabilities, he came across as being completely
arrogant.

God’s greatest
gift to mankind-

Yea, there are
people like that! People who think they are god’s greatest gift to mankind and
without them the human race would almost be extinct!

This guy behaved
like one of those kinds, heaping mounds of praise upon himself and listing what
he would hate in his probably partner. No one likes a perfect person, because
people believe there is no one who is perfect. If you are a human, you are
bound to have your shortcomings. Perhaps that is why even a guy with seemingly
questionable character got picked over this hunk, just because he was honest enough
to admit he had his short comings!

Also, nothing
puts off people more than telling them, don’t be my friend if you don’t have
these qualities. It is like putting a pre-condition to a relationship. Some might
feel being frank is a good thing, but again, there’s a thin line between being
frank and being rude.

Confidence v/s
over confidence-

Confidence can be
a great quality in a person. It makes people around you appreciate you more,
but when it starts hovering on the ‘over confidence’ side, it can be really damaging.
Over confidence often reeks of insecurity, it more like the fake smiles people
sport to hide their hurt, or the excessive talking people do when they are lying
or hiding a truth.

It was no wonder
then, that simple looking guys got picked up over that good looking hunk,
people who didn’t seem to have achieved much got picked over this guy who had won
lots of competitions, humble dads and committed boyfriends got picked over this
single-and-ready to mingle guy, even guys with questionable character got picked
over this seemingly perfect hunk.

I am not saying,
the hunk is a bad guy. He could be one of the best. Maybe all the women made
wrong choices by not choosing him. But that is price you pay for making the
wrong first impression. It’s good to think highly of oneself. But if that doesn’t
translate to others thinking the same about you, then you have failed
miserably.

Yea, I know
there could be another debate about “I don’t care what people think about me”.
And that is fine if you aren’t competing. But when you stand in a competitive
field, be it a reality show or a job interview or are making that all important
sales call with a new customer, first impressions do matter.

A lot.

I met a group of
virtual friends for the first time yesterday. I tried to think of what kind of
first impressions people made on me. For instance, I thought of Sid who quietly
went about charming his way into everyone’s heart, making everyone comfortable,
seeing to it that everybody ate well, being ever so gentle and yet never over
bearing. He was easily the apple of everyone’s eye! Then there was Vidya,
motherly, gentle, sweet, witty and caring. She spoke less, but whenever she
did, I loved her more!

First
impressions do matter. They often get etched into people’s minds. How they
interact with you after that, depends a lot on that first impression. And I
think the key to making that awesome first impression is by being you. Not trying to be someone you would like to be,
not imitating someone else, not coming across as fake, not being arrogant or
bitchy.

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